Jingxian stood tremblingly in front of Master Wu, feeling that the piercing gaze was like freezing on the roof.
Master Wu made up his mind that this Jingxian would never be recorded under Wu Feng's name anymore, he could only be a bastard, even if he was recorded in the genealogy, he could only be a bastard. He can't plant the bane of Jingtai.
He waited until Jingxian's face was pale and he couldn't stand still before he said, "Your mother gave birth to a second master, do you know?" In the mouth of Master Wu, the second master had already changed.
Jingxian's heart trembled, what else can't you understand? He didn't dare to argue with Master Wu, and immediately knelt down and said: "My son knows." He has learned how to deal with Master Wu, just how low his posture is. If he had understood this a few years earlier, he would not suffer so much. hit.
Master Wu sighed and said, "It's not that I don't care for you. I have tried so hard to uphold you a few years ago. I hope you will be up for it. But after a few years, you still don't grow up. This ancestor's face is about to lose you. It's gone!" At this point, Master Wu was really a little angry.
Jingxian saw that Mr. Wu's face was wrong, and immediately knocked his head, and the tears flowed out from the pain. He shouted: "My son is not up for the better, and my father is "worried"!"
Master Wu saw too many people kowtow begging for mercy, Jingxian couldn't move him like this, and he was suspicious for a long time, but he felt that his appearance looked even more sinister. I was impatient. Seeing him knocking for a while, he kept drinking and said, "Forget it, I don't point to you to become a talent. As long as you abide by the rules, I Ronghua dare not say that you can still eat food for a lifetime. Go out."
Jingxian swayed out of Master Wu's study with his dizzy head in his hands, and went back to the room to fall in love. As long as he is not driven back to that yard, he is content, as long as he can still live in the main house, even if it is just a partial yard, he is willing.
Regardless of whether it is the second master or the third master, he only needs to stop being the concubine who doesn't even have a name. He already knew what the concubines represented. Those concubines and concubines who lived in the little yard to the west had no names or names until now. They were dead and had no place to bury them. They could only be buried in the wild. In the barren mountains. He shuddered. He shouldn't be the person who has no name or surname. His surname is Wu. He will be the Wu family, even the most unidentified person in the Wu family.
The ancestral hall was opened at the New Year's Pass. Master Wu held his new-born son and knelt in front of the ancestral tablet three times. He vowed in his heart that Wu's family would be prosperous.
After worshiping his ancestors, Master Wu stared at the people in the yard and shouted: "From now on, there is only one second master Xian! This is the one in my hand! Whoever dares to speak too much is wrong, so I pulled him out. Throw his tongue to dig a ditch!!"
There is a Xiaochun River a dozen miles away from Wujiatun. Its name is Xiaochun. This river is not small at all, it stretches for hundreds of miles. The river silt accumulates every year and the river bed increases every year. Every year on July or September, when the ice melts and the snow melts, the river level will rise, and the river will be in danger of flooding. The county grandfather will collect manpower from nearby landlords several months in advance every year. Go to Qinghe Road to dig the silt, some people have money and money and things. This is not only a hard work. There are not a few people who have frozen their hands and feet on the river. They are digging the frozen river bed day and night to clear the silt. One hundred people go out, and fifty people who can come back all the way back are blessed by God. People from nearby landlords' homes as long as they hear that people are going to dig rivers and ditches, they all ask God to worship Buddha and hope that they will never get people from their own homes.
When Master Wu said this, the heads of the people in the yard dropped three inches, staring at the bluestone below their feet and shivering. Everyone had only one life.
Two years ago, when Jingxian entered the genealogy, the age difference with Jingtai was too much, so Master Wu didn't record his birth date, and he was confused. Anyway, when he listed the genealogy, he just praised him. Now that the second master is born, Master Wu writes his birthday uprightly. Although the ink marks are different in the two years, you can see the names of the two brothers lined up together. Master Wu is still excited and excited. Endless.
Wu Feng was just out of confinement, sitting next to him with two braziers wrapped in thick cotton robes, watching Master Wu carrying his youngest son into the ancestral shrine to worship the ancestors, but he was not entirely delighted. She glanced at the tall bastard who was standing beside her like a small sapling, and quietly stretched out her hand to shake his hand and pulled him to her side, whispering to him: "You are still a mother." My son, my mother will not be too thin for you."
As this child grows older, her heart becomes more and more tense. Will this be a catastrophe between Jingtai and her younger son in the future? All kinds of flavors are in my heart, Wu Feng's can't tell what it is like.
The boy who had just been robbed of the name ranking lowered his head and squeezed Wu Feng’s hand like a life-saving straw. At this time, he had nothing left. If he could be looked after by Wu Feng, he would be able to Live in this Wu family mansion.
Master Wu sent the newly-baked Jingxian back to Wu Feng's arms. He raised his eyes and saw Wu Feng holding the boy's hand. He knew in his heart that the child was getting older and Wu Feng was already more and more afraid of him. Among the children of a generation, he is the eldest son, but he is not as good as the other younger siblings. This matter cannot be handled well, and Master Wu will not be able to sleep peacefully when he returns to the West.
He took the trembling boy's hand, walked back to the ancestral hall, pressed his head and said, "Kneel and kowtow."
After the boy knelt down and knocked his head three times ignorantly, Master Wu pulled him up, turned and said to the people in the yard: "From now on, there will be a respected Tai, a respected virtuous, and a respected Qi in the Wu family." Falling, he pushed the boy out.
The boy still didn’t know what was going on. The hand that Master Wu placed on his shoulder increased in strength to regain his saneness. He heard Master Wu say, "Call someone!!"
The people in the courtyard called out in unison: "Respect Master Qi!!"
Jing Qi was startled by tears. Master Wu patted his shoulder and said to him: "Jing Qi, I gave you this word. Qi is a word. You must have respect before you can have Qi. You and you My brothers and sisters are all my flesh and blood, there is no difference! You have to remember."
Jing Qi nodded hurriedly, a heart falling into his stomach.
Master Wu looked at Jing Qi's expression and took him back to Wu Feng's side.
Wu Feng smiled and took over Jing Qi with tears. Although Master Wu didn't say anything, she heard that Jingtai is the uncle, Jingxian is the second master, and Jingqi is just the young master, and he is not ranked.
Master Wu gave him a name, but erased him from the genealogy!
Her sons are safe!
If there is no name in the genealogy, he is not the Wu family! As long as there is this, let alone one Jing Qi, even a hundred Jing Qi will not hinder her son's future!
Wu Feng cried silently while holding Jing Qi, and Jing Qi would only be Jing Qi for the rest of her life. She raised him, and kept him for the rest of her life, for him to eat and drink, and for him to marry his daughter-in-law and give birth to a son. As long as he does not harm her son, she will always be his mother.
Jing Qi hasn't stepped into the ancestral hall in his entire life, hasn't seen the ranking on the genealogy in his entire life, and hasn't realized that his surname is Wu at all.
He will always just respect Qi. Not Wu Jingqi.
After the new year, the second sister Wu was eleven, Wu Fengs called her with a smile and "touched" her head and said: "Now you are also eleven, how are you doing with female red needlework? I don't want to embarrass you. Just make clothes for your little brother."
The second sister Wu was dumbfounded. She looked at Wu Feng's Guanyin Bodhisattva's charitable appearance, and threw her head into Wu Feng's arms to coquettishly.
needle? line? Female red? For the second sister Wu, that is something in another world. Let alone cut her clothes, she can embroider a veil because of the virtue of Wu Jiazu.
In the past, she was young, and Wu Feng’s side was so serious that she couldn’t take care of her, but it was eleven, and it was too late if she didn’t teach it. Wu Feng asked the "women" to ask questions, the woman. But looking for an opportunity, he derogated the second sister Wu into the nose, not the nose, and the eyes but not the eyes. At that time, Wu Feng clan wanted to sew that woman's mouth! But when I lost my anger, I really couldn’t neglect this matter, so I had to call the second sister Wu, but when this sweet girl threw herself into her arms and hummed a few times, Wu Feng’s heart became soft again, and she was prepared to be strict. Ci Liyu was reluctant to say a word about her, so she had to pat her head gently and said, "Er girl, you should learn to nod."
The second sister Wu let Wu Feng say a word to lose her temper, and sat on the kang to practice female red obediently. Wu Feng also knew that one bite could not be a fat man, so she took a bunch of old clothes and asked her to sew a "diaper" cloth cushion for her little son. Although the stitches are rough and big or small, they can be used anyway. After detaining her for more than half a month, the second sister Wu couldn't lift her wrists even though she was screaming.
Wu Feng took the "diaper" cloth cushion she sewed and looked at it, boasting: "Look at how nice my girl sewed!"
No matter how good it is, it is also a "diaper" cloth cushion. The second sister Wu made Wu Feng's face embarrassed, and sat on the head of the Kang for half a month. Wu Feng took the clothes and asked her to put some unused old cloth on the cuff collar of the younger son's clothes. Or the cloth head is attached to the cuff collar, while pointing to her how to hide the stitches inside, she said: "You said embroidery hurts your eyes, so forget it. This connection is simple, just put a circle or two on the cuffs like this Yes, beautiful and easy."
Second sister Wu obediently washed and stretched the leftover corner fabrics and cut them to a suitable size, and then connected the sleeves of Jingxian's clothes one by one. The baby grows fast, and it saves the need to make new clothes one by one. The color pattern is not worse than the gold embroidered phoenix. People are so careful that they have the right to use old clothes as new clothes to coax themselves to play.
Although Mr. Wu's house is a landlord, the clothes are three years old and three years old. In addition to the glamorous outer cover, the underwear inside is also patchy.
After another half month, Wu Feng took the clothes that Sister Wu had changed for the younger son, and boasted: "Look at my girl, who has sharp eyes! I didn't know that the pink and the apricot are so dazzling!"
Second sister Wu smiled and didn't answer her words. After a while, Wu Feng put down her clothes and turned around and took a sewing basket. Inside there was a pair of half-made tiger-toed shoes. Second sister Wu wanted her to finish the shoes and let her embroider the patterns. This shoe was ruined. Even though Wu Feng knew her weight, he took the sole and said to her: "I have paid half of this sole, but now that I am older and weaker, my hand is sore and my wrist is sore that I can’t get the needle. My good daughter, help my mother finish the soles of this shoe."